Connor silently followed Anne.

The phone kept ringing incessantly, making the quiet room feel tense.

Connor listened to the sound of water running from the bathroom, took a long drag from his cigarette, and eventually answered the call.

"Connor, aren't you coming back tonight?"

"I'll bring you breakfast tomorrow morning," he replied.

The indirect rejection made Felicia feel a bit wronged, and she cautiously said, "But I'm scared alone."

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Connor tightened his grip on the phone, hesitated for a moment, and then reassured Felicia, "Be good. If you're scared, go to sleep early."

He then hung up the phone and threw it onto the bed. He knew that if he hesitated for another second, he would not be able to stop himself from walking away.

When Anne came out, Connor proactively went to help her dry her hair.

As he gazed at her face, he felt a bit dazed. It seemed like it had been a long time since they had been intimate.

He slowly bent down, but Anne dodged him. The kiss landed on the corner of her lips instead.

Connor froze, not expecting Anne to reject him. After all, it had always been her who initiated before.

Anne pushed Connor away, not even giving him a glance. She climbed into bed, turning her back to him.

She could feel the intense gaze on her from behind. She knew that Connor was just avoiding the question she had asked earlier.

Felicia had just returned, and Connor had brought her home.

Anne did not want to think about what they would do in the coming days. She was not that generous, watching her husband with the woman he could not forget, entwined together.

"Anne." Connor got into bed and hugged her from behind.

A wave of heat spread between them as Connor kissed her neck, his actions expressing his desire.

Anne pressed his hand down, her voice cold. "Don't touch me, Connor."

"Why?" Connor bit her ear, not believing that Anne did not understand that this was his way of making peace.

"I think you're disgusting." Anne sneered sarcastically as she was pressed under him.

The words completely killed Connor's interest.

He rolled over to the side. In the silence, the only sound was his heavy breathing, mixed with anger.

After a long wait, Anne turned her back to him again without saying another word.

"I didn't touch her."

Connor moved closer again, burying his head into her shoulder and rubbing against it.

"You never know," said Anne.

Connor's patience wore thin.

Outside, it started to rain lightly. Thinking about how Felicia was afraid of thunder, he got up and put on his clothes.

When he left, he slammed the door loudly.

The loud 'bang' made Anne flinch. She opened her eyes, and tears slid down the corners of her eyes to the pillow.

The pillow had already been soaked.

Connor had forgotten that Anne, too, was afraid of thunder.

When their families were neighbors, every time there was thunder, Connor would quietly climb over the wall and run to her room, making a makeshift bed beside her.

He would smell her fragrance, and even when desire rose, he would only kiss the back of her hand with restraint.

The girl he once held in his hands was left alone in a hotel.

The rain grew heavier, and a flash of lightning split the darkness, illuminating Anne's pale face.

She seemed to lose all her strength. She picked up her phone and sent a message to Walter Lindor.

It was just a few words, but it took her half an hour.

"Help me draft a divorce agreement."

"Have you thought it through?"

Walter sat across from Anne and carefully handed her a set of cutleries after he had finished preparing them.

"Anne, even though you signed a prenuptial agreement, if you can't provide evidence of Connor's wrongdoing, the lawsuit to make him leave empty-handed might not be successful."

Although Anne had agreed to the marriage for the sake of a family alliance, she was not naive enough to give up everything.

They had signed a prenuptial agreement stating that if Connor made any serious mistakes during their marriage, he would have to leave with nothing in the event of a divorce.

Anne took a sip of water and replied calmly, "I’ll get the evidence."

Felicia still thought they were just a couple, and that the things that should happen between a normal couple would eventually happen. Connor would not reject her.

Walter could see what Anne was thinking from her expression.

A surge of anger rose within him, and he almost wanted to rush over and punch Connor.

Connor and Anne's marriage, to put it nicely, was an alliance. To put it bluntly, it was the Maddison family lifting the Biddle family out of a deep pit.

Over the years, Anne had stayed by Connor's side, helping him manage the company efficiently.

Connor? He did not even bother to show up at Anne’s birthday party, always finding excuses to be away on business.

The Connor who used to pamper Anne like a precious treasure had long since disappeared.

Walter looked at Anne sympathetically. Even with makeup, it could not hide the puffiness around her eyes.

The carefree girl from back then had become quieter over the years.

Walter reached out, intending to pat Anne on the head.

Just then, Connor stopped him. "What are you two doing?"

Hearing his voice, Anne lifted her head and saw Felicia standing behind him, holding onto his shirt, staring at her with wide, unblinking eyes.

Felicia was the complete opposite of Anne. Her smooth black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her delicate features highlighted by her white dress, giving her a pure and clean appearance.

This was the first time Anne had seen Felicia.

Of course, perhaps that was not entirely accurate, since the day after Connor made their relationship official, Felicia added Anne on social media.

Seeing the intimate photos Felicia posted on her feed, Anne spent countless sleepless nights and even secretly scrolled through Felicia's social media, torturing herself by repeatedly looking at the daily life of Connor and Felicia as a couple.

At some point, Felicia posted a caption that seemed to be directly aimed at Anne.

"To some of you, can you stop spying on our lives?"

Anne had never felt so humiliated. She turned off her phone and never tried to keep track of their updates again.

"You didn’t come to work today just to have a meal with Walter?"

Connor’s question snapped Anne out of her thoughts.

She pulled her gaze away from Felicia and looked at Connor. "You can bring her to the company, and I can't even go out to have a meal?"

"Why do you have to eat with him? Of all people, why Walter?" asked Connor.

"What's wrong with Walter?"

Anne’s tone remained calm, but Connor was so angry his voice changed pitch.

"Don’t you know what Walter thinks of you?"

Walter had once pursued Anne.

Back in high school, they had been deskmates for a while and even participated in competitions together. However, Anne had been resolute and had politely turned him down. When Walter learned that Connor and Felicia were dating, he even got into a fight with Connor.

He could not understand how Connor could give up someone as amazing as Anne.

Later, when Connor and Anne got married, Walter even asked Anne in front of Connor if she wanted to leave with him.

As for Connor, seeing them sitting together made him lose all composure. Ignoring Felicia, who stood beside him, he stormed up and slapped Walter's hand away.

"Speak up!" Connor demanded, pulling Anne up from her seat when she remained silent.

"Speak about what?" Anne steadied herself by leaning on the table, avoiding falling into Connor's arms.

"Maybe you should let Ms.Yule behind you have a word with me?" Anne's tone was indifferent.

Felicia's expression darkened as she watched the two of them standing so close. She forced a sorrowful smile. "Connor, who is she?"

Hearing Felicia's voice, Connor froze for a moment, releasing his grip on Anne's arm.

Anne closed her eyes briefly before answering, "A colleague."

Connor looked stunned as Anne repeated calmly, "We're just colleagues."

"Hello, I'm Felicia, his girlfriend."

It was evident to anyone that something was off, but Felicia maintained her sweet, innocent smile.

Clinging to Connor's arm, she extended her hand toward Anne.

Anne glanced at Connor. His jaw was tightly clenched, and he looked tense.

Why was he nervous? Was he afraid Anne would reveal our relationship? Or was he worried Anne would embarrass Felicia?

Felicia's hand hung in the air, but Anne merely stared at it without any intention of shaking it.

Feeling humiliated, Felicia bit her lip and turned to Connor, tears welling in her eyes.

Tears, the ultimate weapon. Almost instantly, Connor grasped her hand and intertwined their fingers right in front of Anne.

"Ms. Yule, I heard you lost your memory, and it's stuck at three years ago?" Walter, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up. "Do you still remember me?"

Walter's questions seemed simple, but they made Felicia shrink back as if she was deeply wronged. She shook her head timidly.

"That's unfortunate," said Walter, standing up and filling a glass with water.

"Three years ago, when Connor brought you to meet us, I splashed water in your face," he said, pouring the glass of water over Felicia's face, "just like this."

Felicia screamed, and Connor's fist immediately connected with Walter's face. "Who gave you the right to touch her?"

Walter's face turned to the side with blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

As Connor's second punch was about to land, Anne stepped in between them, glaring coldly at Connor.

"That's enough!" she snapped.

Anne grabbed Walter and left.

Watching her retreating figure, Connor felt an inexplicable panic and wanted to follow her.

However, Felicia clung to him with tears streaming down her face. "Connor, are you hiding something from me? Do you like that woman?"